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Chapter 197 A Glimpse of Spring

Wen Jiayue drank two cups of wine.

She wanted to drink more, so Shen Fuhan placed the wine pot on a high place.

Wen Jiayue frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

"No more drinking," Shen Fuhan said. "It's time to go back to the manor."

Two rosy patches had already appeared on her cheeks, and her almond-shaped eyes seemed to be filled with mist, hazy with intoxication, like a little drunkard.

"But I want to drink it," Wen Jiayue said anxiously, "bring it down!"

Shen Fuhan didn't waste any more words with the little drunkard and simply picked her up with one hand.

He covered her mouth with his other hand to prevent her from talking nonsense.

Shen Fuhan strode out of the private room, went down the stairs, and headed straight for the carriage.

After placing the person in the carriage, Shen Fuhan breathed a sigh of relief and removed his hand.

"Shen Fuhan, you're so annoying," Wen Jiayue pouted. "You're just bullying me!"

Shen Fuhan tucked her slightly disheveled hair behind her ear and whispered, "I only bully you."

“So you admitted it,” Wen Jiayue suddenly fell silent and murmured, “You’ve been bullying me all along.”

He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why always?"

“It has always been like this,” Wen Jiayue snorted. “There’s no why.”

Shen Fuhan was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and chuckled.

His smile was like a gentle spring breeze, softening even his sharp features.

Wen Jiayue asked, somewhat dazed, "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at you," Shen Fuhan said in a low voice, "How come you can still speak so clearly even when you're drunk?"

“I’m not drunk,” Wen Jiayue said, frowning. “I only had two drinks.”

As she spoke, she held up three fingers.

Shen Fuhan smiled helplessly, and was about to correct her when he saw her sway. He caught her just in time before she fell.

Her breath, carrying the scent of alcohol, brushed against my shoulders, seeping through my thin clothes and sending shivers down my spine.

Shen Fuhan lowered his head and placed a light kiss on her flushed cheek.

Upon arriving at the Marquis's residence, Shen Fuhan carried her down from the carriage and walked into the mansion.

Seeing this, Ling He stretched out his hand and said, "My lord, why don't you let me rest for a while?"

Shen Fuhan glanced at him: "You haven't improved at all since you got married."

Ling He was puzzled. Was this a sign that they wanted him to come or not?

After thinking it over, he clasped his hands and said, "This subordinate does not understand the Marquis's meaning, please enlighten me."

Shen Fuhan was too lazy to waste words with him: "Go ask your wife."

Ling He immediately agreed and kept the matter in mind.

Shen Fuhan carried Wen Jiayue back to the bedroom and did not let Ruyi in, taking care of everything himself.

After settling the people in, he went to the restroom by himself.

Upon returning, they found that the thin quilt, which had been neatly covering them, had been lifted by Wen Jiayue.

He covered her up again, and as soon as he lay down on the bed, Wen Jiayue muttered "hot" and lifted the covers again.

Shen Fuhan covered her up again, placing his hand on the thin quilt to prevent her from causing any trouble.

This time, she didn't lift the lid, but instead frowned and said, "I can't breathe."

Shen Fuhan had no choice but to pull her into his arms.

Wen Jiayue: "Hot..."

She reached out to push him away, and in the struggle, her inner garment loosened, revealing glimpses of her skin.

Shen Fuhan said in a low voice, "If you keep moving around, it won't just be hot."

She didn't listen to what he was saying at all, and struggled to get out of his arms.

Shen Fuhan silently endured for a moment, then turned over and pinned her down.

"Um... Shen, Shen Fuhan..."

"Call me 'husband' one more time."

The night is still long.

The alternating sobs and soft moans scratched at the heart like a cat.

Ruyi, who was guarding the door, moved outward step by step.

She couldn't help but think that the lady was really bold when she was drunk. She used to be very restrained and would only make a sound occasionally.

Tonight is really...

The moon sets and the sun rises; it's a new day.

Wen Jiayue woke up with her forehead covered, frowning as she called Ruyi over.

"Madam is awake," Ruyi said, trying to appear calm. "Is Madam thirsty?"

Wen Jiayue replied, "Pour me some water."

Her voice was unusually low, as if it were being forced out from her throat.

Wen Jiayue was a little surprised. Why was her voice hoarse?

Ruyi coughed, then stammered, "Last night, Madam's voice was a little loud..."

Wen Jiayue was taken aback. What was that sound?

As she was thinking this, she put her hand down and noticed a red mark around her wrist that was quite noticeable.

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips and remained silent. Drinking really does lead to trouble!

However, Ruyi's voice was a bit loud just now.

After drinking her tea, Wen Jiayue asked awkwardly, "How big is it?"

Ruyi whispered, "I can hear you even from five steps away from the bedroom."

Wen Jiayue covered her face, but the mistake had been made and there was no way to undo it.

After a moment's pause, she instructed, "If you see me drinking again, you must stop me."

Ruyi earnestly advised, "Madam, it's really nothing, you don't need to worry about it too much."

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips and remained silent. How could she not care!

Ruyi stopped there and said, "The craftsmen in charge of building the lake have already arrived at the manor, and construction should begin soon."

Wen Jiayue was somewhat surprised; Shen Fuhan's actions were too swift.

She asked, "Where will it be built?"

"The craftsmen said that the lake will be temporarily located between the main courtyard and Ninghui Hall, combining the two ponds into one."

Wen Jiayue thought about it. The two ponds weren't very close together. If a lake were built at this distance, it would definitely be possible to row a boat.

After the meal, Wen Jiayue took a special look and found that there was more than enough room for boating here.

Just as I was about to leave, Shen Funian came over excitedly.

She originally intended to look for Wen Jiayue, but unexpectedly she saw her here.

So she asked, "Sister-in-law, where did you and my brother go yesterday?"

When the topic of last night came up, Wen Jiayue's expression turned sour.

Shen Funian asked in surprise, "You're not satisfied with my older brother's arrangements?"

“Very…” Wen Jiayue cleared her throat, “very dissatisfied.”

What's wrong with your throat?

"It's nothing," Wen Jiayue said, trying to cover it up. "It's probably because I was exposed to the wind last night."

Shen Funian muttered, "In the middle of summer, what kind of wind could blow like this?"

However, she remembered what Furong had said last night that Wen Jiayue had been carried back by her older brother, and she thought it made sense.

“Your health is so weak, you shouldn’t leave the manor so easily in the future,” Shen Funian advised. “Every time my eldest brother carries you back, what if he can’t handle such a long journey?”

Wen Jiayue was stunned: "The Marquis carried me back?"

She had no memory of it at all and asked Ruyi for confirmation.

Ruyi nodded.

Wen Jiayue sighed: "I really won't touch a drop of alcohol from now on."

Shen Funian asked with great interest, "Did you two drink alcohol?"

After asking, she suddenly remembered that she and Su Ye had also met through alcohol, and her smile immediately faded, but she quickly forced a smile back.

With that gossipy look on her face, Wen Jiayue blushed a little and gave her a reproachful look: "I'm going back first."